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A small glimpse of words carving sentence of existence.The help of pacemaker is the sole reason of existing.An opportunity given to express, feel not impress but collect a whole emotion in small boxes within chapters of poems.A place where empath could share the emotional point of view.

Img: The skeleton like hand is scribbling words of existence in           dead trees(paper).

Text: The similarity of a paper and a human if they both are       dead is visible either in the medium of paper or the words of   creation.

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SEEK PEAK THE INBETWEEN

 

This poem represents the contrast existence between heaven and hell.The mere existence of humans and there part in the play.It talks about the cycle of emotion and it’s representation in between the strings which adjust and shapes there emotion with good or bad feeling.Is it really true?Are we actually the good from heaven with wings ?or Are we the bad from hell with shackles?The confusing tale separating human individually with this delima.The fact is you aren’t heaven or hell it’s the external factor.You are human the purest form and beautiful creature if you stop comparing and expressing without environmental change and emotions of course you are different?

Img: It represent's the combination of heaven and hell with the junction in between a human smaller enough to be visible climbing stairs in the mist

Text:It express the human and delima of emotion

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SILENCE

This Quote is about the hardness and difficulties in the path of progress which shapes in the form of fibers to yarn with struggles to get tighten up with schedules of life.It is a mixed representation of life with the comparison of the yarns formation.To form a single yarn with colors and a furnished one it takes effort and time.The same way you will grow with time and experience.It also reminds the point to learn to analyse and think about your progress and trust within the process.The silence of the grave is the way you learn to analyse details in silence.The troubles and turbulance swirling to create a single yarn who is you!.It's only you waiting for you!.

 

IMG BY: Lonneke v Breukelen

Basically this img potrays the growth of a small pupa to the adult in poetry we say: The star's and wings you see today was born from the same me: who was trampled in the ground.I learned to pick myself so I was able to see the new.It's easier to be said then to be done.The same silence I gulped has paved  the path which flares my light ahead.Did I ever expected this?NO ! I never imagined I could even see it.

IMG BY:Tanu

Img:  The change of butterfly from pupa to adult

           A girl staring in the balcony

Text: A quote about struggle to success

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VEILSCAPE AND FAUXSCAPE

It was written on a gloomy day when trials of self-existence and its unwelcomed gesture of truth started to display. The way my mind works is confusing. Have I ever imagined myself as my own, or am I still learning about my existence? Partially speaking, Do I exist? I am unaware of my speech. My actions are mine. A puppet who is writing just because a skill exists with no use or value. What is my value? My worth?My existence reason? Am I immortal or mortal? Are the speeches I speak really mine? If it is true, then why do I change with emotion and speak sometimes against my will? I am still searching for things that are or aren't concerned about mine.

IMG BY: Alexia Anonima

Img:  A girl with guitar attached at the back

Text: A poem about psychological confusions

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THOU IN POEM

 

Written to express the beauty of every individuals even apart from the descriptions to create a poem of everyone so you can never tell nobody created a poem about me. It reflects the beauty of words illustrating and paving to grasp the beauty of people like you, but still, it is incomplete because it doesn't match the description. Of course! I could never capture a heavenly being like you NEVER! So I try to shape you with my hands, but alas, I never could. You are the water drop destined to find me ;) So that I could capture you with my camera of poetry and stanzas. You were destined to become my muse. You are the photo frame hanging with hazy faces in my heart. Your beauty isn't even captured by my heart! Now what do I have left to capture you?

IMG BY:Mary

Img:  Two individuals making promise with hands representing friendship

Text: A poem for most of the readers

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JUST A RANDOM CONSCIENCE LANTERN

 

Written to express trust and its betrayal, just like the lock and key provided among multiple individuals about secrets. It represents the fragile nature of trust. Who should be trusted? Maybe it is situational or a change with the drift of time. It also expresses the pain of bleeding using papers, unsure and confused whether it will ever see the light or reach the world. The symbolic relation of lock and key expresses loyalty and bonding deeply. It shows that trusted individuals are given keys, but the game begins when you can trust and remain free. Even the bonding of the lock is confined, and it can create fears of uncertainty. It represents the bitter truth about trust and partially about the nature of empathy. It expresses the pain hidden in every action, the minute melancholy is expressed even in great times. It's subsided due to the grand opening ahead, but still, that emotion is also validated.

IMG BY:Bored Panda

Img:  A girl is a lock in her back with key in hand

Text: A poem about trust issues

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